first; i don't believe in luck....things happen for a reason....that is all i have to say about that. (forrest gump)
i bought my "mates" girlfriend's 1981 datsun 210 (sunny) because it had a near new a15 5speed and it looked like it would fit the cricket
i got it running right, chopped the roof off of it, and beat the shit outta it untill the rego expired.
one night i was getting froggy with my buddy, mark in his '81 datsun 200sx (skyline? bluebird?)
anyway, we were where we weren't supposed to be dirt drifting for like 5 hours, and we started racing towards the one gate out
he took the road at the top of the levee, i took the low road (and i'll be in scotland befor ye...)
he was beating me (as always) and suddenly there was something in the road that wasn't there 5hrs ago, i was going 70mph on gravel when i hit a pile of broken up concreted cinderblock (an old wishing well)
my ass left the seat and i started to exit the car but my ankle was caught between the clutch pedal and the front left tire which was now in the passenger compartment. my hip hit the top of the right door an bent it out in a half moon and snapped the glass
we went back the next day an viewed the tiremarks:
when i hit the pile there were no more tiremarks for about 10 feet. then there was one ragged one for about 20 feet, then there were 3 and then a big old mess
so i figure the car hit the pile, went into the air at an angle, landed on two wheels, the cam down on the others and spun out.
it SHATTERED BOTH left side wheels, bent the axle housing, sheared the inner fender from the firewall, put the left front tire/wheel THROUGH the fenderwell (where my foot was resting)
the Lord saved my ass, not to mention theankle bieng caught